“Every witch is different, even without two other parts of them vying for dominance. The Crone is frustrated because her teachings may very well be useless. Magic is her whole life, but she doesn’t know how to get you to take in yours. To control. I think that will have to come from you,” Lunessa said softly. “Spend some time with your wolf. She’s known about your magic for a long time. I think she can help you.”
Suddenly, Irene cried out and clutched her stomach. I jumped to my feet, and Janelle reached for her. When she made contact, Irene snarled and shoved her away.
“Don’t touch her again,” Lunessa cried out. “Crone. Crone!”
The woman ran out of the cottage, far faster than I would expect an old woman to move, and by then, Irene had stilled. I watched in horror as she turned to face
